the wax paper


One makes little altars repeatedly


I drop my weight into a chair

At the desk

Amazed by the violins and their particles

And the quiet color of my clothes


Every picture that comes to me

Is a derangement

Place from place


A pellucid cry across the barren Easter

The pointless stroll through the city


The wheels of grief complete

And our hands follow our eyes

Skimming upon the circles of the altars.

George Eklund has published in numerous journals over the past years while teaching on the writing faculty at Morehead State University in eastern Kentucky.  He has two book length projects forthcoming in 2017: a translation of Mario Bohorquez’s El deseo postergado (The Delayed Desire) with Valparaiso Ediciones USA, and a bi-lingual volume of his own poems, En los brazos de la niebla (In the Arms of the Fog) due out from Simiente Ediciones, Morales, Mexico.